Lennox POV
"How does my booty look?" I questioned readjusting my pose, flicking my hair over my shoulder as Brandt took pictures of me on the beach.
"Your tits look amazing! Umm, you could like poke your butt out a little more though. What does Tyra call it? Tooch!" Brandt respond in his usual animated manner now crouching down in the sand to get better shots from different angles.
"I'm sorry... What is happening here?" Miles walked up holding his youngest daughter in his arms an extremely confused expression plastered on his face. "Why is Knox alone in the sand?!"
"If by alone in the sand, you mean in the covered stroller next to Brandt..." I rolled my eyes pointing to the sun shade over Knox's stroller. "Then yes he's alone. Totally unsupervised, running amuck."
"Lennox is upset that Beckham forfeited the vacation to go on a business trip. So she's in a pissy mood, and now she's taking thirst traps to post on the gram." Brandt explained.
"Aht aht. Don't talk to him, he's not contributing anything pertinent to the situation at hand." I interrupted, now turning my attention to Brandt. "You keep taking photos." I turned back towards Miles, "And you just be somewhere else. I'll find all of you once I'm finished."
"So you think posting these photos is the best way to get Beckham's attention rather than just like talking to him and telling him how you feel?" Miles questioned completely ignoring my request to vacate the premises.
That's cute... He thinks I'm posting the pictures to get Beckham's attention. For someone who thinks they know so much, he truly knows so little.
I raised an eyebrow, exchanging a knowing look with Brandt before erupting into a fit of laughter. "Trust these are not the photos I would be taking if my goal was to get Beckham's attention." I winked at Miles.
"So the pictures are for?"
"Oh my god! You ask so many questions—"
"—Lennox got sent a bunch of shit from designers for her to wear on this trip. Which is why we're taking pictures. It's like part of her contract."
"Brandt why are you still explaining things? I'm seriously over this shit." I huffed, rising from the sand trudging over to Knox's stroller beginning to push it back towards the resort.
"I-I don't get why she's so upset." I could overhear Miles mumble to Brandt as I walked away.
"Because she's mad at Beckham and she's on her period. Which is also making her angry... Cause ya know.... Periods.." Brandt's pitiful attempt at whispering obviously failed because I was able to hear him.
"Brandt I will literally murder you in your sleep. Stop talking!" I gritted out through my teeth.
"So is she always like this on her, ya know?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you that? You've known her longer." Brandt countered tilting his head to the side. Miles only shrugged in response. "I know she hasn't had one in like a longggg time. So it's probably worse than whatever it was before this time."
I stood on the edge of the beach in disbelief watching these niggas continue to talk about me as if I'm not here. I can't stand men.
Deciding that I don't need to stand here and deal with this shit, because I don't. I opted to instead to push Knox's stroller back up to our luxurious suite at the resort. Most people would be happier on a tropical island vacation but I'm not most people. Family vacations just aren't my idea of a good time. I love a good hoe trip but this is not that. Running after kids with bottles of sunscreen trying to make sure they don't get burned, trying to stop Knox from eating the sand, and combing out Jayce's hair after she managed to get seaweed stuck in it is not my idea of fun. Who is this fucking fun for?!
So yes, I am pissed as hell that Beckham is not here. Especially considering this entire trip was his idea and then he had the audacity to flake at the last second. The only saving grace is Lina decided it would be best to watch the girls in shifts, she watches them for a few hours, then I watch them for a few hours so we can both have breaks. Even that has its downsides because it makes me responsible for four children rather than just the two that are actually mine. Brandt does try to help with Knox like the sweetheart he is, but he's not Knox's father. I'm not going to have Brandt taking care of him, that's not his responsibility it's Beckham's but since Beckham is not here. It's mine.
Just as I made my way into my suite, as if I had conjured him up, the devil himself called my phone.
"Yes Beckham?" I bit the inside of my cheek in an attempt to keep my composure tucking the phone in between my ear as I unbuckled Knox from his stroller.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm changing your son's diaper." I responded honestly carrying Knox along with the diaper bag into the bathroom. I laid the changing pad on the counter before laying the world's cutest baby on top of it.
"Awe , I miss my little guy. FaceTime me, I wanna see him."
I couldn't help but scoff. "Beckham I can't right now, I'm actually in the middle of changing him. I'll FaceTime you tonight before I put the kids down for bed cause it's almost time for me to go get Jayce and the twins."
"Okay. Is everyone having a good time?"
"Yeah they're having a great time."
That's the truth. Miles and Christian are having a great time. Miles is only in-charge of the baby and that's not even all the time. Christian is having an especially good time- he brought his old ass girlfriend with him. She's gorgeous don't get me wrong but still old as hell. Brandt seems to be having a good time as well. The kids are having a ball which I knew they would. But family vacations are not vacations for the mothers, they're the ones left to do all the work while everyone has fun.
Miles should be helping Lina out with the kids more, but that's not my business. If she won't check him for it, I surely won't. Those aren't my kids. There's no point in even chewing Beckham out because his ass is currently half-way across the world. Across the globe. In a completely different time zone, continents away.
"Are you having fun?" His voice dropped an octave now laced with concern, it seems he's finally sensing my irritation.
"Shit!" I didn't even get the chance to respond the Beckham's question because while I was trying to wash my hands Knox decided it would be a good idea to attempt to roll off of the counter.
Luckily my reflexes are good enough that I caught him in time, wet hands and all. It's like I can't catch a fucking break.
"Is everything alright?! Len what's happening?"
While I was trying to stop Knox from cracking his head open, I accidentally dropped my phone. It's fine it's in a protective case but it probably sounded funny on Beckham's end of the receiver.
I let out a sigh, setting Knox on my hip temporarily so I could retrieve my phone off of the floor. "I dropped my phone. Look Beck, it's honestly not a good time for me to talk. I'll call you tonight okay?"
"Hey.. Are you mad at me? If you need me to I can come home."
"You can't come home. I know how important your job is. And I'm not mad at you for leaving..." I'm mad that I'm always the one who has to stay behind. "You run a Fortune 500 company, this is just what the job requires."
"You're the best, you know that?"
"Mmhmm... So I've been told. I gotta go De Loughrey, I call you again tonight."
"I love you Princess, kiss Knox for me."
Before I said by there was a knock on the door. "Umm.. Hold on, stay on the line. Somebody's here and I didn't order any room service." It's not Brandt because he has a key. Like who the hell is here?
I set Knox down in his pack-&-play then crossed the room to answer the door. "Oh my god!" I squealed excited all buy jumping on top of Beckham. "I don't like surprises but I'm glad you're here." I mumbled burying my head in the crook of his neck.
"You missed Daddy?" Beckham hummed letting his hands fall down to my ass giving it a squeeze.
"Your son is right over there. Cut it out." I laughed as he carried me back inside, kicking the door shut behind him.
"Where's Jayce?" He inquired now setting me down on the couch.
"She's with Lina and the twins. Oh crap, I need to go pick her up. I'm late." I sucked my teeth frantically rising from the couch only to have Beckham push me back down again.
"I'll go get the kids. Why don't you and Lina go check out the resort spa?" Beck picked Knox up from the portable bassinet. "Hey buddy!" He cooed kissing his son's head, "You wanna hang out with Dad, yeah?" Knox doesn't really talk so he only drooled in response, but I guess that's close enough.
Ugh, watching his fine ass hold our son I can't even remember why I was angry at him to begin with. Why do men always look so good holding babies? I sighed in content continuing to ogle over my fiancé, he's almost too good to be true. He's definitely getting his dick sucked tonight. Fuck, I'll have to take a rain check on that. Those dang kids. I love them but damn they're little cock blockers.
"Did you pump?" Beckham's voice broke me out of my thoughts.
He already knows the answer to that. What we don't do over here is direct latching. Absolutely not. People love to downplay just how physically uncomfortable breastfeeding is. "The bottles are in the refrigerator." I nodded towards the kitchenette across the room.
Because as previously stated, I was indeed running late my phone began to ring once again and I didn't even have to look at the receiver to know it was Lina calling to tell me to come get the kids.
"Girl, don't even start." I answered the phone, "Beckham will be down to pick up the kids in a second. He's getting a bottle for Knox."
"Wait Beckham is here?" Lina's voice was laced with confusion. "Wasn't he in Amsterdam? He's not jet-lagged?"
"Yes he was in Amsterdam on a business trip." It doesn't take a genius to figure out what new business venture he'll be embarking on. "And I don't know, I didn't ask. He said he wanted to treat us to a spa day, I didn't question it. For obvious reasons..."
"He's so sweet! Dammit can we trade? Like just for a week or so?"
I stared at my phone as if it had two heads. Not that Lina could see me but still. She's out of her mind. "Imma do you a favor and I won't tell your husband what you said." I laughed shaking my head, "Umm.. Anyways, you can meet me in the lobby after he picks the kids up from you."
"It was just a joke damn. We all know that's your mans calm down girl." I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her response. She's a damn mess. "Do we need to invite Danielle? Cause I don't really like her... I don't know her, but I don't like her either."
I cackled at her statement. "A whole fool! Okay? You don't know her but you dislike her? That doesn't even make sense, but no. I don't mean to be rude buttttt I don't think it's gonna last anyways so." I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly. Christian isn't exactly the "wife her up" type.
"I'll see you later Princess, have fun at the spa." Beckham paused on his way towards the door, leaning down to peck my lips.
I haven't kissed him in nearly a week. A peck feels lame but unfortunately we both have things to do, as opposed to doing eachother. Maybe I'm being greedy... I'll just be appreciative that he's here but this still doesn't feel like a vacation. Somehow we still manage to be like two ships passing in the night.
This was a little filler chapter or whatever, because y'all should know by now... One thing about these family gatherings is some drama is always bound to pop off. Especially with the Williams involved they give no fucks. Stayed tuned!
~Lee